My bed has turned increasingly into a takeshift bed. Like cars by the traffic lights come and go all day long, so do the members of the crew come and go on my bed. Yesteryear's clear hierarchies and patterns of dominance are under pressure, all solid things are falling apart, the old certainties have gone and anarchy is looming large.
You never know what to expect anymore. Yesterday, I went to sleep with Aerial and got up with Joely Panther. How did this come about? Was it a peaceful takeover or did they have a bloody row? I swear I didn't feel or hear a thing. Today, Norsky is in momentary possession of the coveted terrain. But for how long? At some point, he'll have to change his position and then the territory will be up for grabs. Who will be the usurpor this time? And who will get ousted? Wimbelina perhaps? Not long ago, she was the uncontested queen of the bed, but these days, Joely Panther is proving himself to be the most avid shift taker. It goes well with his sleepy demeanor. And with the new winds of change blowing our way from across the ocean. We try to stay calm and composed amidst all this turmoil. We'll need all our strength for tribulations to come.
